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"Instvan."

The envoy of Jinyan spat out these four words softly, and his words made the Primarchs all look over. They all know what this place name represents.

What did that sentence say? Things have no meaning in themselves, some things are only given special meaning by people, so they appear special. Sometimes it's chilling to even be mentioned.

Horus made no comment on this, he didn't want to say anything.

Everything that happened on Yin Stewan has something to do with him, and every blood debt must be counted on his head. Every sword that slays a brother, every bolter that pulls the trigger on a brother's back...they are all his sins.

There is no pardon.

The God Shepherd clenched his right hand tightly, and the light bloomed from the palm of his hand, spreading to his fingers. Now, he possesses the power of salvation, however, salvation only works for the living.

The dead have stepped into the paradise of the dead, and there is... nothing else. And he didn't even have anyone to confess to. He looked at his father, who was reading his book calmly, with a growing blue light blooming in his eyes.

For some reason, Horus suddenly felt that a strange sense of familiarity was slowly blooming.

"With all due respect, you seem to know a lot about this history?" Conrad Coates asked.

At the moment, he was very polite.

Moreover, the look in his eyes at the moment is also quite interesting. The envoy of Jinyan was indifferent to his searching and sharp gaze, and just nodded calmly.

He said slowly: "In fact, I can even tell this history myself. I put a lot of work into it."

Angron sighed: "You don't have to worry about these things all the time, Lorgar, they are in the past..."

"History must be remembered, brother." Lorgar Aurelion replied softly. Then he began to tell.

"Instvan 3 is the place where they first selected, screened out loyalists, weaved lists, and then sent them to the surface with excuses..."

"There's four legions in all, and they're coming together to take on a five-star system, ha. They say there's a rebellion here—in fact, there's two rebellions here."

The Jinyan envoy smiled, but the smile was not kind.

It's even vaguely intimidating. Fortunately, this smile only appeared for a moment, and soon, he returned to his expressionless look.

"Ultimate Warrior."

Robert Guilliman's eyes darkened at this moment, and the extreme fury he had hidden before made a comeback. Everyone knows that he is calm and sensible, but very few people know that he is always fighting with his emotions.

In fact, many wrong decisions of the Lord of Ultramar are driven by his anger. He is the kind of person who can't bear it for a long time. Jump in without hesitation.

He will endure the high temperature and severe pain, and then use his own hands to strangle the enemy's throat. Even if his body is smashed to pieces, he will not stop.

"Blood Angel."

Sanguinius heard himself sigh, and his wings fluttered. He closed his eyes, tore off a feather and held it in his palm. His powers are of little use to him, but he wants to do it anyway. In the dark world constructed by himself, he emptied all complicated thoughts, leaving only one thought.

He is praying.

"Hands of Iron."

The heroic spirit did not speak, but his face was still firm, like a statue made of steel. But the flames on his body skyrocketed for no reason, almost reaching the ceiling. If it weren't for these flames not to have an effect on the building, I'm afraid the fire prevention measures would have been triggered by now.

"Fist of the Empire."

Don turned his head to the side and looked to the side where no one was there. The stare match with Perturabo was also forced to end, but, for some reason, the Iron Lord didn't feel any joy of winning.

He was even vaguely dissatisfied.

"It's eerily familiar."

Alpharius uttered these words in a soft voice, and the fake smile returned to his face. It is true that the snake didn't say much in this meeting, but every time he opened his mouth, it made people feel uncomfortable, as if he really saw a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

"But these have nothing to do with the Death Guard. These things happened on Instvan III. And they almost bleed out on Instvan V. They were the first to arrive yes, and then..."

"And what happened?" Coz asked.

The envoy of Jinyan was silent for a moment, then said, "Then you died."

...?

The Lord of the Night looked at him blankly, seemingly unable to discern the point of this matter for a moment. He wanted to say something, but Lorgar didn't give him the chance.

"Killed by Vulkan himself."

The fire dragon lord's breathing suddenly became heavy, he squinted his eyes, dark red streamers began to flow in his eyes, and the air he exhaled was as hot as a monster in magma exhaling.

"Although the Death Guards arrived the earliest, they were not without reinforcements—the Night Lords, the Thousand-changing Serpents...they had support, but not many. Especially the Dark Angels, White After Scar, Dark Flame Black Dragon, and Raven Shadow Guards turned their guns and fired at them, the losses were even more severe."

"After the discussion, they decided to retreat temporarily. But the traitors would not let it go. So, Konrad Koz decided to cut off the queen himself."

The envoy of Jinyan looked at the Lord of the Night and smiled slowly.

"That was the death he chose," he said.

"He could see the future, he knew his end, he even knew he was going to die on the Instvan 5, but he went anyway. He notified his legion, and they vehemently opposed it, oh, and There is Jago Sevtarion..."

Lord of the Night closed his eyes and frowned: "What happened to him?"

"He had a fierce conflict with Konrad Koz because he wanted to follow his Primarch to Instvan, but Konrad Koz did not agree."

"He didn't even bring many people with him on this trip. His decision later proved to be correct. On the premise that he couldn't win, his decision left the survival fire for the Night Lords. As for himself... ..."

Lorgar sighed.

"He decided to keep his heir, and then died at the hands of the Primarch of the Dark Flame Black Dragons."

Coz smirked, and looked at Vulkan, who looked calm, but there was obvious anger boiling in his eyes: "It seems that although our positions have been reversed, we are still on the same page. brother."

"If I had a choice, I would not fight any of you." Vulcan said calmly, his broad hands intertwined and folded together. "But I never had to choose, but he..."

Terrible fury bloomed on Vulkan's face. The tallest of the primarchs, the giant of giants finally showed his anger. Even so, he still did not vent his power out, but let them flow on him. The left hand and the right hand pass each other.

He would rather hurt himself than give that anger to someone or something else.

"Back to that old saying again, isn't it?" Curz smiled flatly. "Free will never really existed - alas. Come to the point, Emissary of the Golden Word, this is not my story, but Mortarion's. So, what happened to him?"

"He met Jaghatai."

The Eagle of Chogoris closed his eyes, and when they opened them again, the man who appeared here wrapped his face in absolute reason, so that his brothers could not see any emotion.

"The heroes of the past have been corrupted into demons now." Lorgar said expressionlessly.

"Whether he wanted to or not, they all personally took action to replace his original source and molded his soul. In fact, according to our later investigation, his soul should have been torn apart and then re-glued by the dark force Together."

"That's what Mortarion had to face. He fought hard, but won for the time being.... They were in orbit, but the fleet of traitors had surrounded them, and Ty Feng made his decision."

The Lord of Death spoke for the first time in the middle of the story, and there was some surprise in his voice: "Typhus?"

"Typhon? Has he changed his name? Or does he have another name here? At least, as far as I can remember, his name has always been just Calas Typhon..."

The Lord of Death did not speak, and fell silent. After a long time, under the inquiring eyes of the envoy of Jinyan, he said, "No, it's okay, let's continue. Sorry for disturbing me."

"As First Captain of the Death Guard, Karas Typhon did not join his brothers in battle. The order was given after a brief conversation between his father and Konrad Curze."

"He was on the Terminus, and Mortarion was still in the gunboat. He was the first to see the traitor fleet forming a siege, and then he ordered everyone to abandon ship and let The subordinates turned the course to the traitors' fleet, and at the same time activated the self-destruct procedure. If it weren't for him, the loyalists would never have been able to escape."

"Although they managed to escape, the loss was still terrible. Seventy thousand Death Guards participated in this battle, and only three thousand managed to return. However, as the Center said, this is just a part of their nightmare start."

"I'm starting to think this meeting is a nightmare," Vulcan said softly. "Take a break, okay, guys?"

"If this is your wish, I have no objection." The Lord of Death replied, but the emotion in his eyes under his frown told everyone the truth.

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Horus did not choose to take a walk on the bridge like others, or go to his room to calm down alone.

In fact, he turned back five minutes after leaving. The Custodian standing in the shadows at the corner of the room exchanged glances with him briefly, as for his father...

Men without armor are still

"Father." Horus called softly.

"I'm here, son."

"what are you doing?"

""

The Emperor closed the book without marking it. He didn't seem to be worried that he would forget the number of pages, he turned his head, the blue light in his eyes flickered more and more intensely, it could almost be called a rough ocean.

"...it seems more than that, Father." Horus said after a moment of hesitation.

Then, he saw the Emperor smile.

"You all found out about it, but you were the first to ask me."

"Should I be honored by this?"

"Of course you can if you want, but for now... just sit down, boy, I know you want to hear me explain. Just borrow Lai Ang's seat for a while, he probably won't mind .”

Horus did as he said, and at the same time hoped that Leon would not come back suddenly at this time, otherwise he would definitely frown and stare at him dissatisfied.

"So, what do you want to know?"

The Emperor watched him benevolently. Horus felt a warmth flow through him, and he realized—even realized it again.

No matter how much evil he did, his father's love for him never diminished. In the past, it was difficult for you to find such obvious signals. But now, when the Emperor's humanity gradually gains the upper hand...

Tears flowed from the Primarch's eyes like a bank bursting down his cheeks. Intense emotions broke his psychological defense, the storm came so suddenly, so unexpected.

"Father." God Shepherd covered his face in pain. He didn't want to lose his composure like this, but he couldn't calm down. "I've done too many wrong things."

The emperor didn't respond, but just looked at him peacefully and sadly. After a long time, when the Primarch's emotions recovered a bit, he said softly: "There are many things that don't make sense, Horus."

"In the world we live in, malice is as obvious as a black dot on a white sheet of paper. I used to force myself to forget it, but not now, Horus .”

The Emperor pointed to his own eyes, where blue light still flowed.

"I can see clearly now," he said. "What is the first thing a blind man does when he regains his sight, Horus?"

"...observe yourself?"

"Yes, they will need a mirror to look at themselves, to determine their own faces. You are my mirror, Horus. From you, I can see my mistakes, my debts, and my own past. Those precious qualities that you force yourself to forget."

He smiled calmly and calmly, with ten million different kinds of sadness flowing on his face. Only then did Horus realize that the Emperor was also crying.

"And you know where the saddest part is, kid?"

"I don't know, father."

"It's about his appearance."

The Emperor shook his head slightly.

"A collection of contradictions, child. This is my evaluation of your savior. In our world, there is a price for the gods to appear, and even I cannot use my power recklessly."

"If I want to conquer the world, then I must do it slowly. But he doesn't need it. If he wants to, he can turn all the worlds he can see into his slaves with just one thought. His power So powerful, yet so reluctant to abuse it."

"He might use his powers to make drinks, comfy seats, and some mischief, but he would never use it to play a tyrant. Where does this self-control come from? A sense of morality? No, he has morals, but Morality cannot restrain such a person."

"The answer is his code. He has his own view of the world, his own set of rules. The standard by which he sees everyone and everything. The standard by which he behaves like he The ordinary mage in the mouth."

"And such a free swallow would never have crashed into a wretched world like ours if it hadn't been for a series of sacrifices it had witnessed. What started out as a transaction turned into a willing sacrifice. Such is the complexity of human nature, Horus."

"He can be crazy, he can be dismissive, and he can kill with blood, but when he treats humans, he is gentle as if he has no bottom line. He can peacefully talk to a nun who is trying to spy on his past, and even allows her On board the Vengeance relentlessly digging into his past...and of all of it, the one that pains me the most, makes me feel like a thorn in the side of my eye..."

The Emperor laughed.

"It's him."

"He reminds me that I used to have all of this," the man said. "Then, I threw them away with my own hands."

"I dropped my code, everything that was precious to me. His presence was a constant reminder of that. A reminder of my stupidity, my arrogance...and the fact that I was How ruined everything. But there's no point in confessing, is there, Horus?"

"Father...to whom do you want to confess?"

"Everyone," replied the Emperor.

"All humans in the galaxy. They burned in burning pain for my fault. And you, I made you suffer so much that even the stories of seeing similar people would bring tears...  It's not just you, Horus. Those who are alone in their chambers are weeping for their past."

"But, like I said. There's no point in confessing."

After saying this, there was a blue light in his eyes.

"Father?" Horus asked hesitantly. "What did you do again?"

"I'm now... a mage too."

The Emperor raised his right hand and cast a spell. The magic bloomed, leaving its traces in the air like flying petals. They vibrate the air and then boil it. A pitch-black flame quietly bloomed, and then disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, this is definitely not the power of psionic energy.

The expression on Horus’s face was as if he saw Leman Ruth forcefully dragging Conrad Kotz to dance together at a certain banquet, and the latter not only did not refuse, but even happily provoked a tap dance.

"...you, you, you?!"

"Hush, keep your voice down, Horus. The sound insulation in the conference room is not very good. Although you are not the only one who realizes that I am learning this knowledge, I still want to hide it for the time being..."

The emperor smiled slightly: "If you want to ask the reason, you can look in the mirror, Horus. Your expression is the reason I want to hide."

"But, but, why?" Wolf Shepherd struggled to speak.

"Because I have to break the rules," said the Emperor.

He didn't say much more than that, but that's enough.

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